Simmons," she washed a dish and glanced over her shoulder to smile at him. Her ass gyrated around as she scrubbed a coffee-stained cup Paul had used e...rlier that day. Standing he walked up behind her and held the coffee cup out next to her. Purely from instinct she reached over picked up the pot and topped off his coffee, like the good submissive housewife she was. He pressed into her as she poured him the coffee. Her body tensed up, he could see it and feel it when it happened. Paul pushed. And now, she was hearing that her mother was in a place where some horrid fate was awaiting her. It didn’t feel real, any of it.“We believe Logan and Finch are being taken to Victor, and we have tracked him just moments ago to the same place where the sub is in port. Logan and Finch, we think, are on their way to Malta, if not there already.”Lauren swallowed hard, unable to do more than hang on to her dad’s arm. At least it seemed that maybe all three of her captured family members were still. I don’t recall the specifics of that evening, but we exhausted ourselves and then left for home. On the way, Enrique unzipped and exposed his cock to me in the car. I reached over and slowly jerked him off, enjoying the way he gave himself to my hand. He didn’t blow a load, but when we got back to town we stopped at his house. I waited outside while he went in for a few minutes. When he came back out, he took me inside.We started out on the floor with me riding him cowgirl style for a while. I. "Do you miss Patrick?" she'd asksoftly, a half-smile playing across her lips. "Would you like tosuck his cock for me again?" It began raining; I could hear the blurred staccato of the heavydrops striking the roof and the bedroom window. My hand wasstill numb. My chest still itched. Why had she secured me sotightly, I wondered? I wanted her to return. I wasn't at allcertain I was in the mood for this today. Had we gone too far?What had started months ago as a sexual game, as a wicked dashof.